Moving Toward a Dream
I’m going to share a secret with you.
I don’t really know what I’m doing. (Shhhhh! I can’t let that get out.)
I’m not saying that I don’t have any sort of plan, or that I’m just floating downstream. (That used to be the case, but I got tired of that treadmill, and decided to shape my life into the one I really want – and that doesn’t happen while drifting aimlessly.)
I’m striving for big goals and I’m doing a lot of work to make them a reality. However, I don’t know exactly how I’ll get from here to there except by leaping from one stone to the next, crossing the river of uncertainty while seeing nothing clearly except the very next step.
I’m collecting ideas and capturing them all in Evernote. All I know right now is that my next step is to cover my closet doors with post it notes representing each idea and rearrange them into an order that make sense. (Thanks go to Sally Hogshead for that brilliant idea on how to herd the cats of my mind.)
I’ve dreamed about doing something big for a long time, I just never knew how. I allowed myself to be overwhelmed with the lack of roadmap. I finally realized I didn’t need one. I just needed to move one foot forward.
So, here I am, standing on a rock in the middle of a river, winding up for the next jump. How long will it take me to get to the other bank? I don’t know. But I do know that I’d rather be here on this rock than standing where I was, wishing for the courage and focus to step off the grass.
What waits across the river from you? Are you ready to jump? Whisper it in my ear (*ahem*…email me) if you aren’t ready to say it in public yet. I’d be thrilled to offer you a steady hand for that scary leap.
Image Attribution: Jonathon Clitheroe